Okay what's up with the fashion stuff. Yesterday and today, too?
The title gives me flashbacks to 2009. Oops. It's from the Lady Gaga song 'Fashion'.
Takes place when Blaine finally comes to New York, and they already got back together.
Fashion (Put It All On Me)
"Come on, you know I'm working full-time at Vogue now, I can afford it just this once."
Blaine bit his lip. "Well, yeah, but I don't want-"
Kurt rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. "You don't want me to buy you stuff."
"I'm not poor- my parents are helping and you know I got the job at that coffee shop. I can pay for my own things."
Kurt gripped his hand and started dragging him towards the nearest shop. "I'm buying you a gift, Blaine Anderson, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."
'A gift' turned out to be three bowties (one with blue and white stripes, one in gorgeous bright red, and a pink lacey one), skinny jeans that had Kurt blushing when Blaine came out of the dressing room, a turquoise polo shirt with heart-shaped buttons, and a tank top Blaine swore he's only going to wear at home, which had Kurt smirking.
They stopped at a restaurant on the way home, since neither of them felt like cooking when they got home anyway, and sank into the comfortable seats with a pile of plastic bags next to their feet.
Their food was delicious and they held hands as they ate quietly, smiling at each other through bites of pasta and quiche.
Blaine insisted to pay- Kurt thought it was silly, obviously only because he didn't get to pay for the clothes, but he still felt his heart swell at the gentlemanly gesture.
They walked home with their hands intertwined, each carrying their own bags- and Blaine demanded to take one of Kurt's bags when he saw it was too heavy for him. Kurt kissed his cheek as a silent 'thank you'.
When they finally got home, their feet were aching and muscles were tired, so they went straight to the bedroom and collapsed on the bed.
"I think today was a good date-day. We should have more of those," sighed Kurt happily, his voice swallowed in the sheets. "May the next time be in the actual Fifth Avenue."
"When we're rich, yes. But not, like, next week, because I like having enough money to buy food."
"Well, if we won't have money to buy food we'll be skinny and hot and even better looking in our gorgeous clothes," said Kurt.
Blaine laughed. "Your priorities are twisted."
"You're too serious."
"You're too cute."
"Shut up."
"You are cute."
"Just shut up so I can nap peacefully."
Blaine giggled and said, "Okay" before scooting closer to Kurt and throwing a leg over his thigh.
It was quiet for a few moments, before Kurt muttered, "Stop staring at me, it's creepy."
They both burst out laughing.